The cool breeze
caressed my face as I took a night stroll through the neighborhood. Even as a
woman walking alone, I felt safe because this neighborhood had ‘luxury’ written
all over it. The people in this neighborhood had big incomes. They were
lawyers, doctors, corporate executives… I assumed, since I had never been to
that neighborhood before then.
I stumbled upon a huge,
red brick home with tan stone accents. It was the representation of a perfect
life. Even at night, the landscape lighting allowed me to see the lush,
manicured yard. A spot light illuminated a cute little sign that read: FALCON
POINT YARD OF THE MONTH. I imagined myself living in that home. I walked
through the yard; St. Augustine grass crinkled under my sneakers. I crept my
way to a window on the side of the house. The blinds were open and I could see
into the master bedroom. There was a beautiful couple winding down for the
night. I guess the husband had just come home from a long day because I saw him
take off his light blue, dress shirt and black slacks and then his white
undershirt. With only his boxers on, he got into the bed. His wife walked over
to him and gave him a kiss, before exiting the room. He then turned on the flat screen television
that was mounted on the wall and watched sports highlights. He was such a handsome man. His face was strong and
chiseled. His body was perfectly sculpted. He could have been the leading man
in a blockbuster film; instead he was the leading man in that beautiful life.
His wife (assuming they were married) was a lucky woman.
“What do you think you’re doing?” A woman’s voice asked, calmly.
Oh my goodness! It was his wife.
She caught me.
Thankfully I woke up right after that. I had no idea how I was
going to talk my way out of that one.
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